December 14th 1860
My life was at stake. Everyone in town was watching, even my family. I was sorry for what I did. December 11th 1846
It's 1846; I'm only 5, and I am tragically moving to Bathurst. I thought England was my home but I guess not. My parents are not with me. my mother died when I was born and my father did not come home from his tremedous adventure to Australia. I was told that the horrific sea had my fathers ship drown. All I have is my Aunt Gertrude and my dear brother, Jonathan. December 11th 1859
Ever since people migrated to Bathurst, I’ve been working at a bakery. My Aunt Gertrude works at a barber and my dearest brother, Jonathan,
works as a miner.
December 13th 1859
I had been thinking what it would be like if I were a miner. If I struck gold, I would have struck my fortune. I could give some to my dear brother Jonathan, who was kicked out of home, and some for me after all I don't even get 1/4 of what is bought a day.
December 15th 1859
I went out to buy my licence. I also went to get a tent, a pick axe, a hammer and a bucket, all from waht I saved up at the bakery. I went through all the trouble just to set up a tent. This sha'll do for now as I am about to start a real adventure.
December 16th 1859
My first day was atrocious. for breakfast I had tea and it tasted foul. I had a small piece of damper for lunch and that was revolting. For dinner
I had mutton that was roasted and I was disgusted. Men were cursing and I was just..... I can't even explain, they pushed and shoved eachother and ther were so many outlaws everywhere. But that wasn't the worst part, one miner set a tent on fire. Flames were bursting everywhere. All that was left were the ashes of the miners inside. I never thought that this ould be so hard. What kind of a person would do such a thing. There's no turning back now. This is for the sake of my dear brother. I must be strong.
January 13th 1860
I don't think I can take this anymore. Being a man is hard. I was introduced to Mr Winston Churchill a couple a weeks ago and I can't stop thinking about him. I can't like him because I am dressed as a guy and he's a guy. What would people think? If anyone found out, besides my family, they'd...they'd.... nevermind what they'd do, but I musn't tell anyone. He's different, I mean, it's nothing. I'll just have to have my head held high. It's only a couple of days until I strike my fortune. What am I saying, it's treacherous out there!
February 1st 1860
I never thought that trying to discover gold would be so hard. Mr Edward Hargraves unearthed gold just like that so why can't I? That's what started this rush in Bathurst. i justwish that I could do the same thing.
March 10th 1860
flaibbering flabberjacks, it's freezing cold. There's a shiver down my spine, my legs are trembling. I sha'll not go outside as I have a fever. I feel terrible like all my blood is rushing to my head.
July 15th 1860
As the seasons go by Bathurst changes. It looks so beautiful. the leaves drifting to the ground covered in wonderful, green grass. The breeze rushing through the air, the the souynd of the birds chirping as they soar in the blue sky. It's a glorious site to see.
July 17th 1860
I'm depressed. My dear brother has passed-away. The mine he was mining in had collapsed. only two are still present but sadly it wasn't my brother Jonathan. He was a great man and would of had a brilliant future ahead of him. I hope he lives long up in the skies. with all my love, I wish him my luck. Although I am pretending to be a miner, I will go on with my journey to show my brotherthat I still love him even if he isn't here with me. My fortune that I will unearth will proceed to his grave.
July 30th 1860
I must renew my licence or I will not be able to mine.
As I renewed my licence, I was partnered up with Mr Winston Churchill. Now that I am mining I have to be with a fellow after the mine collapsing. It was the third one this week. It is no longer safe forus 'men' to be alone. Three in one week, that's tremendous!
August 20th 1860
Working with Mr Churchill is a disgrace! All he does is sit and do nothing. I thought miners work to seek their fortune, but Mr Churchill gets others to do his dirty work. If he thinks that he can just come to mine and not do anything, well he's WRONG! I will report him, even if I am caught.
Mr Churchill was let of with a warning. He's useless. I sha'll keep myself calm and not let myself get carried away.
September 4th 1860
I was strolling through the path of Bathurst just looking at the beautiful view. I was amazed by the sight that I saw. Just watching the birds fly in the wonderful blue sky. The green trees with the flowers blooming among the leaves. I just wish that it was like this everday. At least I get a day off a week. I remember, in England, how I had to work for everybody, not being able to have my own freedom. I was only five. Being able to have the opportunity to come down to Australia was big. Aunt Gertrude, Brother Jonathan and I had just enough money to come down. Now, we still have to work but at least its not for those horrible people, greedy people.
September 10th 1860
I couldn't believe my eyes. Today was just appauling. A large group of Chinese men had sailed from China all the way to Ballarat and they didn't have access to Ballarat unless they paid ten pounds each. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't they come in without paying. We already have to pay enough as it is but makin other men pay from another country pay just to come in is a disgrace. I sha'll write a letter, a letter to inform them that it isn't fair that those innocent men have to pay to access Ballarat.
Dear whom this may consider,
Why should those innocent men pay to come into Ballarat? What did they do wrong? Just watching them, tired and stressed after a long journey. I remember when I had journeyed from England to Ballarat and it was just disgraceful. I was only five and I was terrified. Men were taller that me, the ship was rocking from side to side, waves were crashing into our ship, and it was treacherous. I felt scared. I'm sure they felt the same way. I know when I arrived at Ballarat it took the ship crew a while to try and get us pulled to shore. As we were pulling ourselves in we crashed into a large rock so we had to dive into the freezing water and swim to our destination and because I was only five one of the crew members had to take me to shore himself. Many men did not survive as they had gone down with the ship. I don't know what those men have been through as it shall not be my business but all I know is that after their long, tremendous journey, they deserve a place in Ballarat just as much as the rest of us do.
Sincerely Mr. Edward Lane
I just hopethat they'll read my letter and maybe give the Chinese a second chance.
Origin:English
Age: 18
Family: Aunt Gertrude 50~Barber
Brother Jonathan 20~ Miner
Father~ unknown
Mother~ unknown
Tools: Pick axe
Hammer
Personality: Devious and thoughtful
December 14th 1860
My life was at stake. Everyone in town was watching, even my family. I was sorry for what I did.
December 11th 1846
It's 1846; I'm only 5, and I am tragically moving to Bathurst. I thought England was my home but I guess not. My parents are not with me. my mother died when I was born and my father did not come home from his tremedous adventure to Australia. I was told that the horrific sea had my fathers ship drown. All I have is my Aunt Gertrude and my dear brother, Jonathan.
December 11th 1859
Ever since people migrated to Bathurst, I’ve been working at a bakery. My Aunt Gertrude works at a barber and my dearest brother, Jonathan,
works as a miner.
December 13th 1859
I had been thinking what it would be like if I were a miner. If I struck gold, I would have struck my fortune. I could give some to my dear brother Jonathan, who was kicked out of home, and some for me after all I don't even get 1/4 of what is bought a day.
December 15th 1859
I went out to buy my licence. I also went to get a tent, a pick axe, a hammer and a bucket, all from waht I saved up at the bakery. I went through all the trouble just to set up a tent. This sha'll do for now as I am about to start a real adventure.
December 16th 1859
My first day was atrocious. for breakfast I had tea and it tasted foul. I had a small piece of damper for lunch and that was revolting. For dinner
I had mutton that was roasted and I was disgusted. Men were cursing and I was just..... I can't even explain, they pushed and shoved eachother and ther were so many outlaws everywhere. But that wasn't the worst part, one miner set a tent on fire. Flames were bursting everywhere. All that was left were the ashes of the miners inside. I never thought that this ould be so hard. What kind of a person would do such a thing. There's no turning back now. This is for the sake of my dear brother. I must be strong.
January 13th 1860
I don't think I can take this anymore. Being a man is hard. I was introduced to Mr Winston Churchill a couple a weeks ago and I can't stop thinking about him. I can't like him because I am dressed as a guy and he's a guy. What would people think? If anyone found out, besides my family, they'd...they'd.... nevermind what they'd do, but I musn't tell anyone. He's different, I mean, it's nothing. I'll just have to have my head held high. It's only a couple of days until I strike my fortune. What am I saying, it's treacherous out there!
February 1st 1860
I never thought that trying to discover gold would be so hard. Mr Edward Hargraves unearthed gold just like that so why can't I? That's what started this rush in Bathurst. i justwish that I could do the same thing.
March 10th 1860
flaibbering flabberjacks, it's freezing cold. There's a shiver down my spine, my legs are trembling. I sha'll not go outside as I have a fever. I feel terrible like all my blood is rushing to my head.
July 15th 1860
As the seasons go by Bathurst changes. It looks so beautiful. the leaves drifting to the ground covered in wonderful, green grass. The breeze rushing through the air, the the souynd of the birds chirping as they soar in the blue sky. It's a glorious site to see.
July 17th 1860
I'm depressed. My dear brother has passed-away. The mine he was mining in had collapsed. only two are still present but sadly it wasn't my brother Jonathan. He was a great man and would of had a brilliant future ahead of him. I hope he lives long up in the skies. with all my love, I wish him my luck. Although I am pretending to be a miner, I will go on with my journey to show my brotherthat I still love him even if he isn't here with me. My fortune that I will unearth will proceed to his grave.
July 30th 1860
I must renew my licence or I will not be able to mine.
As I renewed my licence, I was partnered up with Mr Winston Churchill. Now that I am mining I have to be with a fellow after the mine collapsing. It was the third one this week. It is no longer safe forus 'men' to be alone. Three in one week, that's tremendous!
August 20th 1860
Working with Mr Churchill is a disgrace! All he does is sit and do nothing. I thought miners work to seek their fortune, but Mr Churchill gets others to do his dirty work. If he thinks that he can just come to mine and not do anything, well he's WRONG! I will report him, even if I am caught.
Mr Churchill was let of with a warning. He's useless. I sha'll keep myself calm and not let myself get carried away.
September 4th 1860
I was strolling through the path of Bathurst just looking at the beautiful view. I was amazed by the sight that I saw. Just watching the birds fly in the wonderful blue sky. The green trees with the flowers blooming among the leaves. I just wish that it was like this everday. At least I get a day off a week. I remember, in England, how I had to work for everybody, not being able to have my own freedom. I was only five. Being able to have the opportunity to come down to Australia was big. Aunt Gertrude, Brother Jonathan and I had just enough money to come down. Now, we still have to work but at least its not for those horrible people, greedy people.
September 10th 1860
I couldn't believe my eyes. Today was just appauling. A large group of Chinese men had sailed from China all the way to Ballarat and they didn't have access to Ballarat unless they paid ten pounds each. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't they come in without paying. We already have to pay enough as it is but makin other men pay from another country pay just to come in is a disgrace. I sha'll write a letter, a letter to inform them that it isn't fair that those innocent men have to pay to access Ballarat.
Dear whom this may consider,
Why should those innocent men pay to come into Ballarat? What did they do wrong? Just watching them, tired and stressed after a long journey. I remember when I had journeyed from England to Ballarat and it was just disgraceful. I was only five and I was terrified. Men were taller that me, the ship was rocking from side to side, waves were crashing into our ship, and it was treacherous. I felt scared. I'm sure they felt the same way. I know when I arrived at Ballarat it took the ship crew a while to try and get us pulled to shore. As we were pulling ourselves in we crashed into a large rock so we had to dive into the freezing water and swim to our destination and because I was only five one of the crew members had to take me to shore himself. Many men did not survive as they had gone down with the ship. I don't know what those men have been through as it shall not be my business but all I know is that after their long, tremendous journey, they deserve a place in Ballarat just as much as the rest of us do.
Sincerely Mr. Edward Lane
I just hopethat they'll read my letter and maybe give the Chinese a second chance.